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Alone but hardly LONESOME n' BLUE...
... I am my own best company as I age.
When THAT fails, there's always Josephine "Joey" Ramona Tobermory, the intrepid woodshed rescue kitty-cat...🦃😸🖤🦃😸🖤🦃😸🖤🦃
- G'wan ahead'n say whatcha will about him, but I fer one am yet grateful to Joe Rogan fer doin several seasons on television's "Fear Factor" & thusly furnishing me with the opportunity to see him feedin cockroach slurries to a steady procession of buff, empty-headed American narcissists, dig?
- Onna balustrade before The Void, starin on down into the sightless Eye of the eldritch horror patiently waitin on us in The Beyond -- it is a Darkness so DENSE & OILY that by n' by, apparitions begin to materialize out of it. Whether they be REAL, or merely
- The psychologic here is demonologistical; eldritch be me psychogeography, see, & crosshatched inna stark chiaroscuro. Alla the structures round here seem to stand aslant; angles is all jagged & diagonal, dig? I know the topography better'n I know the topside of my dirty, pink dingus.
- @joegarrity.bsky.social -- much obliged fer the like, friend! 🦃✊🦃
- The cockfighters of Arizona, they want that you should know: cockfightin be amongst the most GENTLEMANLY of sporting endeavors; hardly a lowdown milieu of seedy gamblers & animal cruelty. See, one thing is ALL gamecocks WANT very BADLY to DIE. Second to which, the gamblers be more OILY than SEEDY;
- Been Yahweh whittlin away upon me fer 5 muhfuckin decades & I ain't worn on down to no nubbin as of yet. Course, ultimately tanglin with The Almighty is a loser's game; literally, ya can't win, no way. He gone TAKE you whensoever as He WANNA, see? No, it's merely a PRINCIPLE upon which
- A rummy & a rubbydub, this dipsomaniacal tippler & daemonic in that guise; he perambulate Queen Street onna the diagonal & with a deeeeep, DEEP South Parkdale lean, sez to the "sober" World that he could not give even a single streak of his inflammable piss what they might presume about him.
- Politickers be HARD POLITICKIN; guerrilla sets is settin li'l booby traps in the corridors of Power for to catch some craven Power Broker flatfooted & blow his legs off atta knees. The Diplomats, so smooth in their maneuverings; the Cloak & Dagger machinations n' rank skullduggery
- Down inna street fighting runnin battles with Police or sequestered up inna stifling garret pennin a screed, we alla us got some way we can contribute to the Resistance against any n' all encroaching authoritarians in our midst; we'll not sit idly by whilst some of our Society's dregs,
- Kervin Neck, he put together with a hot glue gun & long lashings of balin wire -- he sinew, hair, skin, bone; all blood & mud & speedin HARD like Lemmy the Killmasta, upholstered in a rawhide tuffer than leather & runnin wild out in the deep Texas nite, cranked to 11 THOUSAND
- Ahhh, Christ, I KNOW I had SOMETHIN to SAY, but inna Time it took me to grab my phone & jump on Bluesky, my Memory voided itself & now fer the very LlFE of me, I cannot recollect what I intended to tell ya. And it's a PISSER, on account of it was certainly scintillating & incisive innit's insights!
- Monsieur, Madam, kindly please, yer alms, as I am fixin for to hang a YUGE, BIGLY bender, & truly, every thin, humble Canadian dime gets me that much nearer to my intended Endgame which be plungin into a deep, Unconscious Fugue State, in which I slough off my wakin identity
- I need FRIENDS in my Life who cause me to feel WORSE about myself just a little bit MORE'N I need a sucking chest wound administered by a savage jackal. Because nossir, I do not need the latter AT ALL, but I can hardly bear the former, neither. So, is THAT the binary--?!? Bad frenemies